The dead silence between heaven and earth continued, and everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

The three hundred warrior monks in the precept hall, all of them also had sad eyes, and even a little desperate, descending the dragon and subduing the tiger formation, which was their last reliance, but in front of this overseer, it was still useless!

They have no choice but to be slaughtered!

As for Shen Qingfeng, Tu Shuangshuang and the others, in addition to shock, there was also a hint of happiness on their faces, they also had some thoughts at the beginning, thinking that maybe they could use the Hanging Temple's Dragon Descending and Tiger Formation to defeat Su Shan!

But at this moment, seeing this scene, I was finally glad that I didn't lean on the side of the Hanging Temple!

Otherwise, I am afraid that the end will be very miserable!

As for the Dongchang Fan and the original Six Door masters, looking at such a scene, they were not too shocked, on the contrary, they quickly accepted this fact calmly!

These people have been following Su Shan's side for some days, and even Xue Yulin and the others, who are the shortest, have also seen Su Shan's killing of Xue Tian's Divine Sword on the Divine Sword Villa, and they already know Su Shan's strength very well!

It was expected that he could break through the dragon and subdue the tiger formation!

"Descending the dragon and subduing the tiger, the largest array in the world, but that's it!"

In the dead silence, Su Shan raised his head gently, there was no expression on his feminine and handsome face, he looked extraordinarily indifferent and calm, he waved his sleeve robe casually, and then he swept back into the carriage.

sat cross-legged, then looked at the sad and abnormal, dying hanging bitterness with a smile, and laughed coldly,

"Stinky monk, what else do you have to say?

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Hung Bitter raised his head with difficulty, staring at Su Shan in a daze, and after a moment, he said with a particularly sad face,

"The Governor's means are really extraordinary, and he is ashamed of himself!"

"Serving the Buddha in a long way, without complaining or asking, now I can return to Bliss, and I have my wish, but I only ask the Lord to give me a way to live for the three hundred warrior monks in the Discipline Hall!"

"Ask the Lord to be merciful......"

"Hehe......"

Without waiting for the words of the Master of Suspense to fall, Su Shan was already sneering, the cold laughter gradually weakened, his gaze swept over the three hundred warrior monks, and finally fell back to the body of the Suspense, and then said with a smile,

"Let them live, you don't know our family!"

"Since our family stepped into the rivers and lakes, we have set up rules, but if we do it, there is no way to live!"

"This rule, with your suspense, you are not qualified to make an exception for our family!"

"So, let these three hundred warrior monks go to the West Heaven Bliss with you!"

Crash!

When Su Shan's words fell, the people of the Dongchang Fan and the six doors all became awe-inspiring, and then they pulled out the weapons on their waists and surrounded the three hundred warrior monks.

In an instant, the world was even more cold and gloomy!

"Amitabha ......"

Listening to Su Shan's words, and then looking at the awe-inspiring masters, the paleness and despair on his face were even stronger, he stared at Su Shan sadly, and recited a Buddhist verse!

Burst!

However, before he finished reading the last sentence of the Buddha's verse, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then the qi on his body was also completely dispersed, his body shook slightly, and he also fell to the ground with a bang!

The blood, flowing down the pierced chest, looks even more shocking!

"Amitabha!"

This group of warrior monks, looking at the suspense of death, the sadness and misery on their faces were also more obvious, they clasped their hands together, and then gathered beside the suspense, sitting cross-legged!

Close your eyes and wait to be killed!

Apparently all resistance has been abandoned!

And as so many people died generously, chanting the Buddha's verses in their mouths, the atmosphere between heaven and earth became more and more desolate, as if even the autumn wind seemed depressing, and the whistling sound became more and more muffled!

"Huh...... Do you think we're going to let you go?"

"Our family's rules will never be broken!"

Su Shan looked at these warrior monks, and there was a trace of disdain on his feminine face, the stinky monk did this, just to force himself to stop with this gesture, how could he fall for the trick?

If these guys had already had the intention of seeking death, they wouldn't have done it!

They just can't beat it, and then use this method of showing weakness and waiting to be killed to threaten themselves!

"Kill them all!"

With a faint snort, Su Shan waved his sleeve robe and said coldly.

The one who deserves to be killed, no matter what, he will not be merciful!

Over the years, from a little eunuch who is nothing, he has been climbing all the way, and now standing at the peak of the Great Wei Dynasty, his mind has long been trained as a rock!

Unshakable!

"Yes!"

A group of Dongchang soldiers, six door masters, heard Su Shan's order, and the cold color on their faces was also even stronger, and then they walked towards this group of warrior monks.

Poof!

Their faces were grim, and they directly swung their knives and slashed at the necks of the people, one sword after another, blood splashed, and the warrior monks, as if they had been cut leeks, fell down one after another!

There were more and more corpses on the ground, and the blood was gradually flowing into a river, and the smell of blood in the air was even more disgusting, as if there was a little more crimson in the air!

Shen Qingfeng, Tu Shuangshuang and others looked at this scene, their faces were a little jealous, pale, some people didn't even dare to look directly, they turned their heads, this scene was really terrifying!

"Don't ...... Don't kill me......"

"I surrender ......"

And with this kind of killing, among the warrior monks who had been generous to death, there were gradually frightened voices, and some people began to be afraid, and began to fear.

Not all warrior monks have the courage and determination to die generously!

They screamed in horror, knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces, and shouted in the direction of Su Shan begging for mercy.

"Overseer, please, let us go!"

"Don't kill me......"

"Heh......"

Su Shan looked at these warrior monks begging for mercy, the look on his face also became even more contemptuous, he snorted softly, closed his eyes, and then leaned on the couch of the carriage a little lazily!

Begging for mercy? Yes!

But it is impossible for him to order the release of people!

Rebels, no mercy!

This rule will never be changed until the entire rivers and lakes are unified!

Poof!

And as Su Shan made this move, the Dongchang Fan and the six door masters also understood what he meant, and then clenched their swords and continued to start tusha!

"Ah......h

A group of warrior monks, one after another, the smell of blood between heaven and earth, as well as the rich and incomparably desolate, is even more rich and abnormal!

Shen Qingfeng, Tu Shuangshuang and the people in Henan Province, looking at this scene, the jealousy on their faces became even stronger, and the gaze cast on Su Shan also became extremely humble!

This time, they had truly seen what the Overseer was up to!

Don't dare to disobey!

Call!

The autumn wind is whistling between heaven and earth, the rich smell of blood is constantly spreading, and with the smoke and dust generated by the burning of Baihua Villa on the top of the mountain, now this Baihua Mountain has become a death-like existence!

Everyone was solemn and didn't dare to make a sound!

And in this quiet and dead silence, after about half an hour, the three hundred warrior monks of the Hanging Temple were all killed, and there were countless corpses lying on the ground, all of which surrounded the hanging corpse, and the red blood flowed like a river, slowly flowing along the stone steps towards the surroundings!

The dirt also became muddy and red, as if a red curtain had been laid on the earth!

It looks particularly shocking!

"Overseer, all the warrior monks have been dealt with!"

And at this time, the hundred households who were in charge of the warrior monk of the Tusha Hanging Temple also came to Su Shan's carriage, bowed down and asked,

"What else does the Overseer command?!"

"Killed?"

During the period of the warrior monk of Tusha Hanging Temple, Su Shan had been leaning on the couch of the carriage, closing his eyes to recuperate, and when he heard the report of this hundred households, he opened his eyes gently, he glanced at the corpses all over the place very indifferently, and hummed softly,

"Chop off all the warrior monks, including the heads of the old monk who hung the bitterness, to our family!"

"Send them to the Hanging Temple as a warning!"

"Also, pass a book!"

"Inform the first seat of the Hanging Temple, ten days later, our family will take the East Factory, six doors, to visit, if the Hanging Temple is still unwilling to be included in the six doors of the domination, our family will break his mountain gate, destroy his holy land, and kill his monks!"

"Let this Great Wei Wulin, there is no Buddha Gate anymore!"

"Yes!"

Su Shan's words were awesome and incomparable, as if the light between heaven and earth was dimmed, and the hundred households were also more condensed, and he bowed his hand deeply, and turned back to the corpses of the warrior monks!

A group of Dongchang soldiers and the people of the six doors began to get busy!

"It's here, go back to Rongyang City!"

Su Shan casually glanced at the top of Baihua Mountain, which was still covered with raging fires, and there was also a hint of laziness on his feminine and handsome face, and then leaned back on the carriage and commanded in a low voice.

"Yes!"

Xiao Yu'er respectfully agreed, and also climbed into the carriage, she got into the carriage, carefully dropped the black curtain, and with the sound of the groom's whip, the black carriage slowly drove down the mountain.

The wheels ran over the blood, leaving two red marks on the ground!

It's even more shocking!

Crash!

Seeing that the carriage was gradually moving away, most of the people in Dongchang and the six doors also followed, Shen Qingfeng, Tu Shuangshuang and the people from Henan Province hesitated for a moment, but also lowered their heads and followed.

They are now the people of the Six Doors, where is there still freedom in the rivers and lakes?

But fortunately, his life is still alive!

A mighty team of men and horses, with thousands of people, roared past, and the burning Hundred Flowers Villa, as well as the headless warrior monks all over the ground, stayed here, looking even more desolate and miserable!

The autumn wind swept through the dead trees, as if the heavens and the earth were making a whimpering sound!

Desolate!

......

Monastery!

On the White Horse Mountain, the same heaven and earth are bleak, the autumn wind is desolate, the withered yellow trees are swaying slightly with the wind, there are a lot of fallen leaves rolling with the wind, and the whole mountain is full of depression and misery!

And on the top of this mountain, the majestic temple hidden in a mountain forest and white clouds is also a little more sad and low, even the melodious bell that rings once every hour is also at this moment sounds particularly low, depressing, and with the red burning clouds above the sky, it makes this ancient temple in the deep mountains a little more miserable.

Facing the mountain gate of the Hanging Temple, in the golden and brilliant Daxiong Treasure Hall, the statue of the Buddha of compassion sits firmly in the middle of the hall, the incense is flickering, and the curling fragrance is swirling in the hall, which is full of solemnity!

And at this moment, under the statue of the Buddha, an indescribable old man with a thin figure and a pale face is sitting cross-legged, the wrinkles on his face have been squeezed together, and the skin on his arm seems to be wrapped around the bones, which looks similar to those withered old trees outside the temple!

In front of him was a mottled old wooden fish, his right hand was slowly beating, and with the low sound of the wooden fish, there was a murmuring of Buddhist scriptures.

This old monk is the first abbot of the contemporary Hanging Temple, suspense!

At this moment, he is praying for the monks of the Discipline Hall who went down the mountain to rescue Baihua Villa, and in the same way, he is also praying for the rivers and lakes of Henan Province and the people in Baihua Villa!

The sound of compassion and calm Buddhist scriptures slowly spreads, making this Daxiong Treasure Hall even more solemn!

Even the statue of the Buddha that stands seems to be influenced by this Buddhist scripture, and the face of the golden eagle is even more sympathetic, and it looks down at the world, and invisibly, there is a wind blowing into the hall, just like the sigh of the Buddha!

"Abbot, abbot, it's not good!"

"It's a big deal!"

In the midst of this sorrowful and heavy moment, outside the Mahavira Palace, leading to the mountain gate and the wide stone steps under the mountain, suddenly there was a small novice who was in a hurry, his face was pale, his eyes were frightened, and he crawled to the door of the Mahavira Hall, and knelt on the ground with a pop.

"Master Abbot, something is wrong......

"Amitabha!"

Hanging Sorrow took a deep breath, and the sound of knocking on the wooden fish also stopped, and the old and withered body slowly got up and came to the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, he helped the little monk up, stared at him in a low voice, and asked,

"What's the matter, so alarmed?"

"Master Abbot...... East Factory ...... Dongchang sent someone to ...... He ......"

The little monk was still terrified, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, he trembled, trembled, and said,

"They put the Master of Suspense, and the Precept Hall...... Three hundred monks of the Discipline Hall...... Kill them all...... They sent everyone's heads...... Only...... Just put it at the foot of the White Horse Mountain......"

"All...... It's all heads......"

"Why don't you go and check it out...... Woohoo......"

After barely finishing the situation under the mountain, the little monk could no longer control the panic in his heart, and couldn't help crying, and his body trembled uncontrollably, looking extremely sad!

"Hanging Bitter Brother...... There are also three hundred warrior monks in the Discipline Hall, all of whom were killed by Dongchang?"

Hearing the words of this little monk, the withered face that had been calm for decades was also filled with a trace of indescribable sadness and bitterness, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

Even, the thin and shriveled body shook slightly, as if he almost fell to the ground.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

"I'll go down the mountain and see ......"

In a trance, he took a deep breath and walked towards the bottom of the mountain with difficult steps.

That figure, bathed in the fiery clouds that spread among the mountains, was full of indescribable sadness!

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